» Tue Nov 13, 2012 9:01 pm Outlander
From what deep dreams did I wake?
Over oceans had we sailed with no break;
Cast into unknown, held in jail;
A journey before me, I could not fail.
When the guards left me nearly naked and sore,
gaze did I upon rugged mountains and black glass shore.
False gods in lofty towers could not be
immortals any longer - their power transitory.
The ash canyons and the foggy den
wrought with dead science within
stood as reminders of war's endless scar
The lost memories, the legends bizarre
With time, few that crossed my blade would survive
My freedom grew, feign anonymity left me alive.
Yet I had to choose, I had to belong;
many were choices wise and choices wrong.
Quests had me judge people and lives foursquare
betrayers, paladins, and lord of the never there.
I swam in their drowned kingdoms and many a rusty tomb.
Yet I undid puzzles and fled past worlds of doom.
Dark wizards held prisoner the secrets of old
Alone they wept, yet their greed grew cold
Eons they spent to undo death with a cure
To Steal Oblivion's sun and riddles endure.
I made my way through dark isles of horripilation
I spoke no words, I slew wordless trepidation
My spirit blazed with praise and conquered dread
The prophecy made true, the false three fled.
The cursed house spread madness wind and gale
bought men's thoughts with zombie tokens and thoughts derail
The lazuline queen led me to the corrupted heart
with banished blades and shield I made it smart.
Triumphant short, I crossed cold water in June
toward a land cast in ice and Hunter's moon.
Fair and rare were the ladies who stood along the sea
May it that Hell had frozen, their cries undid me
Beast and sordid creature tried to follow my path
Yet I gained with likness to wolves, a terrible wrath.
The Hunter became the hunted, and when the mines ran dry
It was then I gave this forbidden land a howling good bye.
No sooner had I crept away from the past.
Than the greatest threat was left at last.
My coming was known, it was sounded in cheer,
But the Souless matriarch shed not a salty tear.
I waded through undiscovered realms,
Beneath tall statues among the elms.
There I cast her last wish, for all of time.
Not for starry night, not for Summer sublime.
Tick tock had the endless ages clocked
Muck and Rock, Alma had the way blocked.
So when the people ask me, "Who is it that you slew?"
Often my words went unspoken, I honestly never knew.
